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The Sincerest Form Of Flattery

I need to buy a new mirror; the last one broke when I punched it, 'cause I didn't like how I looked when I first saw myself. The last one broke when I punched it and now my hand really hurts. My actions were purely irrational, but I couldn't help but smash it. Now my hand really hurts, because I couldn't help but smash it. My actions were purely irrational or so I like to tell myself. I couldn't help but smash it, 'cause I didn't like how I looked; or so I like to tell myself, and now I need to buy a new mirror.

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Tacet Nox

A child holding out, crying out, Lantern dying, tightly clutched, The endless night does fast approach; They fear what lies beyond that ghostly veil. Fighting the will to disappear Among the countless grains of sand Crashing waves against a bunker still As they do see no more, no more. Riddled with holes in memories yet to be; Life flowing from every scratch, Every fleeting moment passing through, As the light within does slowly dim. For what had they held for? To feel the wind, to see the stars once more? Perhaps. But that matters little now. The darkness comes, the darkness comes.

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